ApplePieistan wrote:Verore wrote:
"Sounds like a good plan," Zaahir said, confident in Aiyana's plan, "you choose the stalls to hit and we'll back you up."
Zaahir grinned as he brought his men into a huddle and told them what they'll be doing. Grins of mecheif and greed on their faces as they broke the huddle, ready to fill their pockets to the brim with loot.
"I think our priority should be speed though. If we can't crack a lock open we should bother fiddling with it. I'd say we could make more cash faster by hitting a jeweler though."
“Agreed. CAW CAW!”
As soon as Aiyana’s bird call was made, her five archers looked at each other. They were unsure if it was Aiyana or a real bird, scaring the pants off them before the battle even began. What if it wasn’t Aiyana? She’ll be so upset if we shoot before she says so. But what if it is her and they don’t fire? She’ll be even more upset! In a panic, the group scrambled to string their bows and aim at the town guards sitting around. They all had years of experience practicing with bows, so a few seconds later, when they did fire, it actually went in the general direction of their target. Even if none of them hit, this was an accomplishment if no one shot themselves in the foot again.
Aiyana never felt prouder than at that moment, but there was no time for being emotionally touched. Confident in her skills and in her faith that her new friends would back her up, Aiyana charged toward the jewelers stand, attempting to Superman punch a mercenary guarding it. Less equipped, less armored and possibly less skilled than the guard, but she didn’t care. As long as her team didn’t bail now, this fight seemed very winnable. She could end up with a mortal wound, but what’s one spear wound compared to how much they’ll get? Nothing.
Zaahir piled in right behind, with his men right on his heels. He quickly went around to jab the mercenary in the chest, his men running by as they swarmed around the stand, grabbing what they could. The feeling of thrusting a weapon not at a boar or some other mundane animal, but a real human being gave Zaahir a twisted thrill he silently regretted as the small band of thieves raided the stall.